David J. Foster & Co.

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to David J. Foster & Co., his truck loaded with boxes and parcels. As he approached the door, something peculiar caught his eye—a shadowy figure seemed to be lurking in one of the windows on the second floor. Curious, the driver peered closer through the windowpane. It was just an old man in a tweed suit, dozing off while watching antique clocks on the wall. Turns out, it was Mr. Foster himself, taking a well-deserved siesta after another long day of legal wrangling. The delivery guy shook his head, smiling, and quietly left the packages—after all, better not disturb a lawyer’s nap time.

2. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to David J. Foster & Co. and noticed something peculiar on the backseat of his truck—a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. Curious, he opened it only to discover an old briefcase filled with neatly stacked dollar bills. The delivery driver looked around nervously, then quickly closed the briefcase and replaced it in the box. Later that evening, as he was leaving work, a neighbor asked him if everything was okay. With a sheepish smile, he replied, ‘Just found some free money—gotta run!’

3. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to David J. Foster & Co., clutching an oversized package. As he approached the door, he noticed an old gentleman staring intently from one of the offices on the second floor. The man waved him over with a twinkle in his eye and whispered something into his phone before returning to his desk. The delivery driver hesitated for a moment, then shrugged and walked inside. Later that evening, as everyone was leaving, a regular glanced out the window and saw the same old gentleman waving frantically from the office, pointing down at the empty street below. Turns out, he’d accidentally called for takeout instead of sending it somewhere else—quite the mix-up for a law firm’s lunchtime delivery!

4. In the late afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to David J. Foster & Co., and from the back of his truck emerged an oddly familiar scent—a mix of freshly brewed coffee and old books. The aroma wafted through the office like magic, prompting everyone to look out their windows in curiosity. As he approached the receptionist, she smiled warmly and asked if he was there for Mr. Foster’s weekly coffee delivery. With a twinkle in his eye, the driver replied, ‘No, ma’am, I’m here to deliver his mail.’ Everyone burst into laughter, realizing that the mysterious aroma had been nothing more than a misunderstanding—just another day at David J. Foster & Co.